The next day, early in the morning.

In the warehouse where Lin Yi placed the old books, the two fashionable girls were wearing revealing clothes, showing a bewitching posture, they didn't seem to sleep well, their eyes were dark, and they kept yawning, and when they yawned with their hands on their mouths, the short clothes on them would slide up, and their pink waists and beautiful navels were exposed.

Lao Cao Cao glanced at the two girls with a knife, I didn't see it yesterday, these two are really sexy little wild cats, whether it is dressed up, or the kind of taste that is revealed by gestures, it is the first time Lao Cao has seen it. So much so that his sullen heart was tickled by the two girls.

The two girls were playing with their mobile phones, and they seemed to feel Lao Cao's obscene gaze, so they glared at him, their long eyelashes, with the flow of the eye waves, these beautiful eyes were angry, and directly made Lao Cao dizzy.

Different from the reactions of the two girls, Mr. Qin, who looked shrewd and capable, walked around Lin Yi's warehouse with great interest, surrounding those bookshelves, looking at the neatly arranged old books, like a senior book hunter, patrolling the things he was interested in.

If you say, from the beginning of the meeting, Lin Yi felt that this Mr. Qin didn't look like he was playing with books, and he didn't have the atmosphere of a "book hunter", especially when he drove a Land Rover and carried a beautiful woman, no matter how he looked at it, he looked like an "old gentleman" in his forties; But at this time, I saw Mr. Qin's eyes looking at those old books, and that kind of demeanor can prove that this person is profound.

Not to mention anything else, his gaze is like a keen and ferocious great white shark, and the direction of cruising is basically the most potential part of these books, whether it is collection value or reading value.

This is a master.

Lin Yi said to himself.

It's a pity that Lin Yi still underestimated the ability of this President Qin.

After roughly reading the books in the warehouse, Mr. Qin turned around, showed a playful smile at Lin Yi, and said, "Mr. Lin, you are very inauthentic, I heard Lao Cao say that you have hidden a lot of good things, why, haven't you seen a single one?" ”

Before Lin Yi could speak, Cao Yidao had already come over, and said with a slanderous face: "Mr. Qin is clever, you can see it at a glance, how can a good baby be placed here?" Of course, good goods should be kept at home for the safest. Lin Yi, it's better to take Mr. Qin to your study and let him see your collection too. ”

Lin Yi thought he was talkative, and was about to explain, but Mr. Qin said: "It turns out that there are other places, so you must go and see it." Let's go, Mr. Lin, you can't fool me with these goods, how to say that I also came from thousands of miles, even if you don't want to sell, let me open my eyes. ”

Seeing him say this, Lin Yi didn't say anything anymore, yes, you can't be too stingy, although he really doesn't want to sell those rare books of the Republic of China.

……

In the simple and tidy study, Mr. Qin began to look at the collection collected by Lin Yi with his hands behind his back.

To be honest, Mr. Qin didn't take Cao Yidao's words seriously, what good things can there be in such a small place, and it is estimated that the books that Lin Yi has hidden are only some third- and fourth-rate Republic of China books.

However, he was wrong, and when he saw Lin Yi's atmospheric and high-grade bookshelf densely packed with super-good hardcover "Liangyou Literature" series books, he was stunned.

As a collector of new literature of the Republic of China in Shanghai, Mr. Qin knows many friends who like to collect new literature, and he is also very aware of the content and value of this set of books.

In other words, in the eyes of traditional book collectors, there are no rare books since the Republic of China, so after the rise of new literature, the books published are all typeset books by Western printing.

Nowadays, such a vision is no longer working, and the "new rare books" have appeared in new literary publications: the "Collection of Foreign Novels" is listed as a rare book, which is indisputably the first edition of the "Liangyou Literary Series", which was published in the thirties at the latest, and it is by no means an exaggeration to call it a rare book. In terms of rare sighting, in the hundreds of book and periodical auctions in the past ten years, how can there be any trace of the "Liangyou Literary Series"? The non-organizers don't know, but the collectors are reluctant to sell it.

"Liangyou Literature Series" is presided over by the famous editor Zhao Jiabi, a total of 44 volumes, the so-called rare and rare, not specifically refers to one or two books, but a complete set of defects. This series of books also has four "extra-large", one of which is Ba Jin's "Three Classics of Love" in 1995, sold for 2,750 yuan, and now the price has increased more than ten times, if you want to buy it, it is impossible to buy it without 50,000, the most important thing is that no one is willing to sell. Zhao Jiabi's motivation for publishing the initial series of books stemmed from the "imported products" -- "as soon as he had money to spare, he would go to several western bookstores on the Bund on Nanjing Road, where complete sets of literary books of different titles were displayed on the shelves, and the binding of the books was uniform and beautiful, and the price was lower than that of the original edition." One of my favorites is the "Modern Series", a set of soft-cover hardcover pocket books, which contains nearly 100 kinds of ancient and modern literary masterpieces, and the selection is concise and the price is all US$9 and 5 cents, which is convenient for readers; All books are compiled in the order in which they are published. …… At that time, our own literary and artistic books were all printed in white newspapers and paperbacks; I wonder if publishing literary and artistic books, in addition to the beauty of the content, should we also give readers a kind of aesthetic enjoyment in the form of publishing? ”

In 1933, Zhao Jiabi finally had the opportunity to realize his vision with the support of Wu Liande, the general manager of Liangyou Book Company, and founded the "Liangyou Literature Series", which was hardcover on soft cloth, with color seals, and beige Dowling paper for the pages. In addition, 100 copies of numbered authors' signatures were issued in advance, which was also a "foreign product". At that time, Zhao Jiabi took the "001" number of each signed book as his own, which was a rare book of the most rare, but unfortunately it was all lost in the catastrophe. Later, Zhao Jiabi entrusted the Shanghai bookstore with a set of "Liangyou Literature Series", among which there was a lucky volume of the "001" numbered signed book, and it was still a signed copy of Ba Jin, the book was scattered, and it could not be returned to Zhao completely.

Whether it was back then or decades later, this series of books has been described countless times by book lovers as its "splendid" binding, which is indeed "tangible and stylish". The first edition is divided into soft cloth hardcover and paperback popularized two, hardcover and added to protect the seal or waist, after years of washing, most of the existing books have lost the seal and waist, so that the image of the rare book is damaged. In the thirties, it was fashionable for the book industry to wrap a layer of transparent paper on the outside of the book, which was hazy and added a beautiful color, and ancient books also had this practice. It is not difficult to find a copy of the "Liangyou Literature Series", but it is a little more difficult to find a book with a protective seal and waist protection.

The collection of books must have something to press, and the "Liangyou Literature Series" is a treasure of great weight. In particular, this series of numbered, signed hardcover editions is a rare book coveted by countless lovers of new literature.

These hardcover books generally have a print run of about 2,000 or 3,000 copies, and some are even less, only about 1,000 copies, so it is very difficult to collect, even if the Internet is extremely developed now, it is also difficult to collect 44 kinds of hardcover friends.

Among the friends that Mr. Qin knows, there are only three or four, and there are a large set of hardcover hardcover from good friends, and the rest are basically missing books and are not complete.

took out a copy of Zhang Tianyi's "City Lights", Ling Shuhua's "Little Brothers", and He Jiahuai's "Ambiguous", and looked at it carefully, Mr. Qin immediately determined that Lin Yi's hardcover Liangyou series, although it is not a particularly rare numbered signature book, is also rare and first-class, with a protective seal on the skin and protective paper on the inner page, but there are four "extra-large" editions, and a copy of Mu Shiying's "Black Peony", which can make up a large set; If that's the case, at that time, according to the transaction price of used books in Shanghai, this set of books alone can sell for more than 100,000 yuan.

Of course, for many Shanghai bigwigs, this 100,000 is not a large amount at all, but the problem is that the "cultural value" of this set of books itself cannot be measured by money.

Mr. Qin remembered clearly that the real estate tycoon Wang, who had a large set of signatures for the "Liangyou Literature Series" in Shanghai, when he showed his collection of hardcover Liangyou large sets, the people next to him, including himself, showed extremely surprised and envious looks.

Boss Wang was even more proud, as if he, a guy who started by fried melon seeds and developed fried land, changed and suddenly became an artistic master of the new literature and culture of the Republic of China.

In this era, maybe you can buy sports cars, villas, and sexy beach girls with money, but it is difficult for you to get such a precious new literature of the Republic of China.

The opportunity has not yet arrived.

The book has not yet arrived.

In short, fate has not arrived.